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October 14, 2015

Makenna Banks is a 28-year-old, independent, professional woman who spends her days seeking the truth for her clients.She is tenacious and fueled by events in her past, determined to bring hidden secrets into the light.

. . . Pants On Fire

Thrust into a life he didn’t imagine for himself, but unable to escape it, Benny Duncan immerses himself in his job to avoid his home life.With his future mapped out for him from birth by a pair of controlling parents, more concerned about their social stature, than the happiness of their only son, he always knew he was destined for this life.It doesn’t mean he likes it, though.

. . . Nose As Long

In her search for the truth, Makenna has to put herself in sometimes-dangerous positions, going above and beyond for her clients.But what happens when a situation is not all it seems?What happens when love is thrown into the mix?

. . . As A Telephone Wire.

To do her job properly, Makenna has to get involved, but not too involved.It’s a fine line that she has managed to never cross.Until now.Until him.Benny Duncan will turn her inside out, changing the world as she knows it.She maybe powerful in all other aspects of her life, but Makenna is powerless against the biggest factor of all; true love.

Kasey Millstead is a wife and mother of four children. She lives in a picturesque location in country New South Wales, Australia.

Kasey is the author of the #1 bestselling Down Under Cowboy series. She is also the author of The Steele Investigations series, Fighting to Stay and Illicit Desire.

When she is not busy writing, racing around after her children and husband or trying to avoid doing housework, she enjoys nothing more than curling up with a good book and getting lost in the world of Happy Ever After.

**Dirty
English is a modern love story inspired by Pride and Prejudice**

A scarred
fighter.

A
girl with rules.

One
night of unbridled passion.

There
are three things you need to know about Elizabeth Bennett: she’s smart as a
whip, always in control, and lives by a set of carefully crafted rules. She’s
learned the hard way that people you love the most always hurt you in the end.

But
then she meets Declan Blay, the new neighbor at her apartment complex.

A
tattooed British street fighter, he’s the campus bad boy she’s supposed to
avoid, but when he saves her from a frat party gone bad, all her rules about
sex and love fly out the window.

She
gives him one night of unbridled passion, but he longs for more.

With
only a cardboard-thin wall separating their bedrooms, he dreams of possessing
the vulnerable girl next door forever.

One
night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.

“Come to my apartment and spend the night with
me.” I touched his face, my fingers stroking the softness of his sensuous lips.
“Just one night and we can make this shitty world disappear.”

He
exhaled. “A one-night stand?”

“Yeah.”

He
cupped my chin. “Someone hurt you, didn’t they?”

My
lips tightened. No one at Whitman knew about Colby except for Shelley and
Blake, and I sure as hell wasn’t telling him. He’d judge me like everyone else
had in Petal, North Carolina. “That’s none of your business.”

“I
see.” His eyes searched mine until I felt like a bug under a microscope. “What
if I wanted more than just one night?”

“Then
your hands can let go of my hips now.”

He
removed his hands slowly, the tips of his fingers grazing mine. “This may
surprise you, but I don’t sleep with every girl I kiss.”

I’d
been rejected. Again. “Blake said you got around, that you used—”

“And
you believed him?” His voice was incredulous. “Dude is in love with you and he
saw exactly how we looked at each other tonight—”

“Looked
at each other? What are you talking about? You refused to dance with me and
then you ran off with your girlfriend. Not to mention I just kissed you and you
didn’t even care.” I threw my hands up.

“I
wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in that party,” he snapped.

“Then
why don’t you,” I bit out, tossing back my shoulders.

“You
think you want me?” he said tightly. “You can’t handle me, Elizabeth. I can see
it in your eyes. You’re scared of something, maybe not me, but something.”

My
eyes went to his black eye.

He
let out a harsh laugh. “Ah, that’s what you’re afraid of. You want the real
truth? You told me tonight you didn’t like violence, but I’m an arsehole who
uses his fists. That’s who I am.”

“What
do you mean?”

His
gaze was intense, dark and low, his face struggling as he fought to find the
right words. “I’m in a fight club for money. I show up at warehouses and fight
other blokes. Sometimes I beat them so bad they need medical attention. A few
times, I’ve been beat to unconsciousness. I’m everything you need to
stay away from.”

I
inhaled, anger and lust and excitement all riding me. Anger that he was pushing
me away, lust for the alpha male in him, and God help me, the fighting thing
repelled me and excited me at the same time. “I don’t want to stay away from you.
I want you to fuck me and stop making excuses for why you can’t.”

My
words seemed to snap his taut restraint.

He
pulled me back in his arms, his lips fusing with mine unerringly. His tongue
plundered me in a sensual way my body had craved for years. I wrapped my arms
around his neck, my anger morphing into all-out desire as he turned us and
pressed me against the wall.

Yes, yes, this is what I craved.

A
passion to remind me that I was real, not just some sad excuse of a girl
who chose to exist on scraps of love.

Before
I knew it, he’d shoved my robe off, his hands sculpting my shoulders, massaging
them as he ravaged my mouth. I reveled in the warmth of his hand on my neck as
his mouth skated down, kissing the hollows of my throat, sucking on my
collarbone.

“Like
this?” he asked, his voice dark and gravelly. “You want me to take you up
against this wall?”

“Yes,”
I moaned. Gone. Past caring as long as he kept his hands on me.

Out of control, my brain whispered, but
I beat back the dark warnings as his warm hand found my breast and squeezed,
his fingers rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I
gasped in pleasure and arched my back to get closer to his body, ignoring the
fear that pricked at the surface.

The
rules girl in my head stamped her foot and yelled at me. I ignored her.

But
even if I wanted to stop right now, I couldn’t. My tongue tangled wildly with
his, my hands pulled at his hair, spurring him on, his hand palming my breast
and then tugging. Sharp sensations of need went straight to my core.

“Is
this what you want? Something quick where we just take what we want and forget
each other the next day?”

No.
Not that. Not like the way he said it, like it was something dirty.

“Yes,
like that,” I whispered against his shoulder, my mouth on his skin, tasting him
as my teeth bit down.

New York Times
and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-Mills writes about strong
heroines and sexy alpha males that sometimes you just want to slap.